A lot of people have been asking for an update since last week’s post. We love how everyone is on board for our journey and rooting so tirelessly for Baby H! But I gotta be honest – this is a tough post to write. Usually when I say that it’s because I’m pouring my heart out in a post that is so emotionally draining. But this time, it’s difficult to write because I’m in an emotional conundrum.
Since the transfer, I’ve been catching up on Grey’s Anatomy on Netflix. And by catching up, I mean watching it from the very beginning…again! Last night, I was watching the episode where dark and twisty Meredith Grey goes in for an ultrasound. For those of you not familiar with the show, Meredith had a miscarriage due to a “hostile uterus” and had pretty much given up hope of ever carrying a child. Now, there she was at her first ultrasound where she saw a precious little heartbeat. The doctor and her husband McDreamy both look at the monitor with smiles, but what does Meredith do? She turns her head away. I had never noticed that she did that in all my years of watching and re-watching Grey’s. But this time I noticed; and in that very moment, I had never felt so connected with dark and twisty Meredith Grey. I rewound and called Brennen in to watch. His response, “Whoa, Breezer! That’s like you right now. Shonda nailed it.” Little did I know that Brennen Hancock knew 1) who Shonda Rhimes was, and 2) that she created Grey’s Anatomy. This guy! But yeah, he’s right – that’s exactly how I feel right now.
I’m not excited. There, I said it. I don’t mean to sound like a horrible person; but no, I’m just not excited. But at the same time, I’m not sad or moping around. Am I optimistic? Not exactly. Am I pessimistic? Well, no not that either. I’m just…here…in that space between…waiting and taking this process one step at a time. As Brennen says, I’m “emotionally guarded.” After all, I have low, slow rising hCG levels. Still, babies are born all the time that had these kinds of levels, but we know it’s not the norm. And of course, I am hopeful that this pregnancy works out and gives us our Baby H, but at the same time, I can’t quite let myself become attached in case it doesn’t. Not just yet. And I think that’s what Meredith was thinking – stay guarded.
Over the past couple weeks we have seen my hCG go from 17 to 19 to 28 to 56. Then, Friday, we saw our biggest increase in 48 hours – 136. But what followed was a less astounding increase to 396 in 4 days, not 2. Basically, my hCG isn’t telling the full story anymore; it’s time for an ultrasound to see what’s going on. So Wednesday, we’ll make the trek up I-55 to Memphis. I’m not sure what we’ll see or learn while we’re there, and honestly I try not to think about it; it’s part of this whole emotionally guarded thing. Right now, it’s easier to just accept those things I can’t control and go with the flow. So now, we wait til Wednesday! Luckily, I have Christmas parties, shopping, and gift wrapping to help pass the time. Oh, and of course Grey’s Anatomy!